The night is a canvas, the streets a drumline,
Electricity crackling, neon signs in prime time.
I walk the wire, feel the pulse, it's never a crime,
To live it loud, let the bassline.
Bars blur by, neon lights, and a whiskey haze,
In the corner, a bartender's face like a statue of grime.
"Another round," I bark, eyes never straying,
For the door is the exit, but the stage is the stay.
The venue's walls hum, the crowd's a tempest,
Guitars wail, the beat's a relentless,
Dancers sway, and the light's a flash,
In the dark, a spotlight's the splash.
Every breath, a lyric, every note, a shout,
The stage is my pulpit, the mic my mouth,
Raw nerve, no filter, no lies,
Just the truth in a scream, the honesty in an eyes.
The night unravels, the hours slip,
In the music, the pain and the flip,
A high note, a low note, a bridge in the song,
The journey from night to the rising sun.
I step off stage, the silence a stark contrast,
A cool breeze, a quiet, the city to task,
To wind down, but the memory stays,
The fire, the fuel, the raw nerve in the plays.
Tomorrow's a whisper, today's a roar,
In the rhythm, the heartbeat, the soul's war,
I breathe in the night, I exhale the day,
In the raw nerve, the heartbeat of a ray.
Vektrax
"shut up and play."
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